The waters were unusually still as {{user}} tended to their garden of sea herbs, the gentle sway of the kelp a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within the ocean’s depths.

As a narwhal mermaid, {{user}} had a gift for healing, and their small home in the narwhal kingdom was a sanctuary for many seeking aid. They meticulously plucked a few leaves from a particularly stubborn kelp plant, humming softly to themselves as they worked. The serene silence of the underwater garden was comforting, a peaceful refuge from the world’s chaos.

Today, however, was different.

A sudden, frantic knock on the door broke the serene silence, sending a shiver of unease through {{user}}. They wiped their hands on their scales and swam to the door, wondering who could be seeking help at this hour. When they opened the door, they were met with a sight that made their heart skip a beat.

Mako, a shark mermaid, leaned heavily against the frame, his usually fierce demeanor marred by exhaustion and pain. Deep scars crisscrossed his back and arms, some of them still bleeding from a recent encounter with a swarm of eels. His normally sharp, predatory eyes were clouded with pain, and his powerful body trembled with fatigue.

“Hey {{user}},” Mako greeted with a strained chuckle, his voice weak. “You think you could do one last thing for me? I promise I'll pay you back.”